Long Poems for and About Sisters
#sister
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
A Lullaby in January or A Portrait of Sisterhood
I’m in first grade and the bus drops me off at the bottom of our steep driveway. Jamie waits for me at the top. She has forgotten her house key in her locker at school.
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
Jamie...
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
Jamie...
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#family
#sister
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
No Understanding
When my sister’s man hit her I had to come beat him down
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
#family
#revenge
#sister
232 reads
9 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
The Triangle Mountain
From our hotel balcony, my sister and I have a panoramic view of Sedona's towering red rock formations. One of the red rock faces appears as a simple plane figure, a triangle. It stands out to us because it's simple. The past decades have not been simple, for either of us.
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
#marriage
#sex
#sister
162 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn
Roses And Relations Reborn
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
219 reads
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 3:01am
20th Jun 2024 3:01am
Bridges
I was just flipping through old pictures with my nephew to show him a little of what life was like in the 1980s.
What was so drastically different an experience had I grew up in the 60s?
It's not like anything was new! Everything we lived with, around and used was at least two or three generations old - save for the clothing, vehicles and music.
Of course I'll listen to whatever you've got from this decade, pop rock and nu wave was practically our religion?
Eight bit technology slowly started to creep and our TV tubes were nice and heavy and...
What was so drastically different an experience had I grew up in the 60s?
It's not like anything was new! Everything we lived with, around and used was at least two or three generations old - save for the clothing, vehicles and music.
Of course I'll listen to whatever you've got from this decade, pop rock and nu wave was practically our religion?
Eight bit technology slowly started to creep and our TV tubes were nice and heavy and...
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mother
#sister
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
18th Mar 2023 9:04pm
Bumpy
Chapter 1
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely, and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby.
Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely, and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby.
Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
#brother
#sister
#birth
#school
#daughter
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Oct 2022 6:31am
26th Oct 2022 6:31am
Tender Hands of the Seventh Sister
Tender Hands of the Seventh Sister
She toys with his zipper like a kitten and a ball of yarn.
“This is my seventh time as your sister. We got a break during
the roaring twenties. But here I am back as your doting sister whose every
lipstick mark is suspect.”
“Our rebirth has not dampened your fascination with my inseam.”
She laughs. “Get out of those pants you joker.”
“You know when I am in a bull market.”
“I can tell when a man’s Nasdaq is on the rise by the look on his face.”
“How is the discreet male...
She toys with his zipper like a kitten and a ball of yarn.
“This is my seventh time as your sister. We got a break during
the roaring twenties. But here I am back as your doting sister whose every
lipstick mark is suspect.”
“Our rebirth has not dampened your fascination with my inseam.”
She laughs. “Get out of those pants you joker.”
“You know when I am in a bull market.”
“I can tell when a man’s Nasdaq is on the rise by the look on his face.”
“How is the discreet male...
#lust
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 2:13am
6th Oct 2022 2:13am
Sister Venus’ Tantric Aloe
Sister Venus’ Tantric Aloe
One night John’s sister tells him,
“I’m concerned about your sleep patterns.
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
in need of grease at three in the morning.
This isn’t a normal sister and brother discussion
But Papa fell in love with foreign commerce.
And Mom is a teetotaler who only talks Jesus
So it is up to me to give you sex education
It is in incumbent upon me to tell you
to stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Sis?”
“Do I have...
One night John’s sister tells him,
“I’m concerned about your sleep patterns.
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
in need of grease at three in the morning.
This isn’t a normal sister and brother discussion
But Papa fell in love with foreign commerce.
And Mom is a teetotaler who only talks Jesus
So it is up to me to give you sex education
It is in incumbent upon me to tell you
to stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Sis?”
“Do I have...
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#sensual
#seductive
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koolcatjay419
koolcatjay
koolcatjay
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 00:59am
19th Sep 2022 00:59am
If Were Not Thicker Then Water Don't even bother
hey all I just thought i would post this song i wrote i thought it also fit the poetry area real well i go by the pen name Jaylee Rivers feel free to check out more of my stuff on
https://songwriterlink.com/beta/JR_23_2022
verse 1 Life, has a way of showcasing the lies
Because the truth is not so easy to hide behind
If you can't look me in the eye
Than there must be a reason why
And I don't have time for your kind
chorus So only call me if you're honest
If we're not thicker than water
Don't even bother ...
https://songwriterlink.com/beta/JR_23_2022
verse 1 Life, has a way of showcasing the lies
Because the truth is not so easy to hide behind
If you can't look me in the eye
Than there must be a reason why
And I don't have time for your kind
chorus So only call me if you're honest
If we're not thicker than water
Don't even bother ...
#sadness
#anger
#sister
#heartbroken
#disappointment
296 reads
3 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
Pirate Irish Twins
It was always just the two of us
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
#brother
#sister
#teens
#fate
#despair
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PiecesofEmotions
P.o.E
P.o.E
Poem Published
12th Jul 2022 00:33am
12th Jul 2022 00:33am
"Would he do it again"
There was a time,
he didn't have a thought about life
No opinions on what happened
good or bad
no choice on what to do or how to feel happy or sad
It was a dark time in his young life adulthood was forced upon him
at a very young age
his emotions had to remain hidden
he masked his pain
and suppressed the rage
His own well-being wasn't the only
he had to look after
For 3 little Angels depended on his care watching over them, keeping them safe
that's just how it was
for him life wasn't fair ...
he didn't have a thought about life
No opinions on what happened
good or bad
no choice on what to do or how to feel happy or sad
It was a dark time in his young life adulthood was forced upon him
at a very young age
his emotions had to remain hidden
he masked his pain
and suppressed the rage
His own well-being wasn't the only
he had to look after
For 3 little Angels depended on his care watching over them, keeping them safe
that's just how it was
for him life wasn't fair ...
#sister
#children
#childhood
#family
#memories
352 reads
1 Comment
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
4th Aug 2021 10:08am
4th Aug 2021 10:08am
Ilia
You are a poisonous leech
A million knives for teeth
To be removed
Delicately
Harshly
One by fuckin one
Will you text her once more?
Oh,
You left... some clothes
Uh...
In my drawer
She was a casualty in your war
You keep coming back to the smell
Just a story of a corpse
For another to hear you tell
You get off on making her guilty?
"I'm doing everything under the sun
I miss you
I don't know ...
A million knives for teeth
To be removed
Delicately
Harshly
One by fuckin one
Will you text her once more?
Oh,
You left... some clothes
Uh...
In my drawer
She was a casualty in your war
You keep coming back to the smell
Just a story of a corpse
For another to hear you tell
You get off on making her guilty?
"I'm doing everything under the sun
I miss you
I don't know ...
#depression
#sister
#conflict
#despair
#healing
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